𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Kai Parker's little sister, Elizabeth after escaping her prison world, sleeps with the only vampire that can procreate, just her luck. Being pregnant with a miracle child, what a joke.
[Klaus Mikaelson]
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Elizabeth was in the study with Elijah and Klaus when Davina's latest sketch hit the table.
Celeste. Elijah's dead witch ex.
Apparently, Davina had been calling her "evil," and Elizabeth didn't believe in coincidences, this definitely wasn't one. Not when Sophie was suddenly so interested in where the body was buried.
Still, she wasn't saying a damn thing. Hayley could break the news to Elijah. That wasn't Elizabeth's mess to fix. She didn't do relationship drama, and she definitely didn't snitch. As for Sophie... her time was ticking. Elizabeth would break the werewolf curse herself—and Sophie would find out what it felt like to be used.
"The Italians call them strega. The Yoruba say ajé—mother," Elijah said softly, eyes fixed on Davina's charcoal drawing. "Where my mother was from, they called them hexa. Here, we say witch. Over the centuries, vampires have fought them, allied with them, bedded them, burned them. Whether as enemies or lovers, they've always been powerful. Anchored in this city by ancestral magic. But there has never been one quite like Davina."
"Who, by the way," Klaus interjected smoothly, "is tucked in just down the hall. Safe. Sound. Under my protection." He gestured at the drawing with a sly smile. "As for your dear Celeste... gorgeous. And, according to our little oracle-in-residence, a walking omen of doom."
Elizabeth leaned in to inspect the sketch. "Gotta say, Elijah... she was hot. You've got good taste. She kind of reminds me of Sophia. She was obsessed with me. We hooked up once, and she followed me everywhere like a damn stalker. Cute at first. Then just sad."
"Must we always endure the ghost stories of your old flings?" Klaus muttered, exasperated.
With a wicked smile, Elizabeth dropped into Klaus's lap, looping her arms behind his neck. She leaned in close, her lips hovering near his.
"Are you jealous?"
"Hardly," Klaus murmured, his voice low and deliberate. "You're mine in the end, sweetheart."
The way he said sweetheart always did something to her. Stupid accent.
"Mm. You sure about that?" she whispered.
"Please," Elijah cut in sharply. "Can we maintain a shred of decorum?"
Elizabeth turned with a grin. "Oh, come on, Suits. Don't tell me you're scandalized."
She paused, then said with mock innocence, "Unless... you're interested? Me, two vampire brothers—one morally upright, the other morally bankrupt. Which is which? Sounds like a trashy CW show."
Klaus barked a laugh. Elijah, however, did not find it amusing.
"Besides," Elizabeth added, eyes gleaming, "Blondie told me you already had a little ménage à trois with the doppelgänger. Tatiana, right?"
